[HP] Hogwarts students

On my third day in America, Harry sent Hedwig to deliver the letter.After that awkward meeting, Rosalie stayed in the room and refused to go out, so I boldly opened the window and let Hedwig in.

Poor Hedwig flew all day and night across the Atlantic, and I fetched her a bowl of water and some extra owl food to give her a rest.Then I unfolded Harry's letter.

Dear Kelly:

You must be in America by now!I don't know if you've seen the latest Daily Prophet, Sirius' innocence is in the papers, and everyone will know he's innocent.

I patted the table excitedly, and Hedwig looked at me warily.

But the Dursleys didn't know yet, because the old wanted photos of Sirius in the Muggle world were still there.Later, when he came to pick me up on his motorcycle, he scared them enough!Almost called the police.You should have seen Dudley's face at that moment.

I'm writing to you in Sirius' ancestral home right now. It's a bit cold and damp here, presumably because it hasn't been lived in for a long time.But the area is very large, there are several floors, many rooms, if you come later, you can also live there.

Am I going to spend the night at their house?I thought about it.Maybe a good offer.

Here's a house-elf I don't like, named Kreacher, who hates Sirius and me...

At this point, Harry crossed out the next few sentences.

Anyway, don't forget me and remember to send me pictures when you are playing in the US!

XXXX Harry

The words in front of Harry were completely blacked out so I couldn't make out what it was.

But it happened that Hedwig was here, and I wrote down my experience of coming to the United States with relish, describing in detail the heat of Los Angeles and the free and open beaches here; the passionate Americans and Aunt Wendy who is dedicated to learning.

"I think, if Aunt Wendy and Hermione can meet one day, it must be the biggest surprise for each other." I wrote.

I stuffed a few photos into the envelope, including the scenery along the way when I was sitting in the car; there was also the moment when I hugged Brian and fed him a bottle; there was also a photo of me swimming butterfly in the pool, which I specially chose A picture of the most beautiful pose.

After Hedwig left, I opened the door of the guest room and looked out the door. I didn't see anyone, so I ran downstairs to get some water.

The atmosphere at home has been awkward and quiet for the past few days. My mother regards Rosalie as air, and occasionally she will start bickering when she talks to grandpa. Grandpa wanted to drive us all out angrily at first, but Rosalie stopped him.

Dad was caught in the middle and was not human. He tried to persuade on both sides, but the effect was not good.

So he had to take me and Brian out every day and take me to shop for clothes because none of the clothes we brought were really suitable for LA.

But my father's aesthetics are a bit...not to my liking.

"Try it on." Dad looked at me firmly, "It looks great!"

In front of me is a hot pink princess dress, the type I liked when I was 9 years old.

I shook my head more resolutely, and the salesperson persuaded me reluctantly, "Sir... I think your daughter is ready to go shopping in the youth section."

"She's only 12," Dad argued, "not a teenager!"

"I'll be 13 in a month." I tugged at his sleeve, Brian looked down at my fingers and smiled, "13 also has a 'teen' in it, so it can be considered a teenager! "

Dad looked at the youth area, where there were several tall boys shopping, he frowned: "Then you have to be at least that tall."

"Kelly? Jack?" I suddenly heard Rosalie's voice. She was pushing a shopping cart behind us and looked at us in surprise. "Are you buying clothes for Brian?"

"No, I'm shopping for Kelly." Dad said politely to Rosalie as if he met a neighbor he didn't know very well.

Rosalie was stunned. She looked at the name of the children's clothing section, and couldn't help saying: "Kelly is already a big girl, at this age...she should choose a more suitable style."

"Yeah! Dad, let me and Rosalie go shopping! Please, please!" Rosalie's arrival is my savior. I don't care about her aesthetics. , I can choose clothes by myself.

Dad shook his head impatiently, but his pager rang, and I tiptoed to see it was a message from Mom.

Urgent, hurry back, don't tell Kelly or anyone else.

Kelly had seen it.I thought, Dad quickly took the pager away and looked at us with tangled eyes.

"Okay." Finally, he let go, "Then you remember to go home with Rosalie before five o'clock, okay?"

I nodded feverishly, relieved to see Dad leaving the mall with Brian in his arms.

"Then let's go, Kelly!" A warm smile appeared on Rosalie's face.Oh no, there's one more thing that hasn't been resolved yet.

Before I could figure out how to decline her help, Rosalie had already led me into the youth clothing section opposite.

The clothes here have their own characteristics, and I saw several short-sleeved and skirts that I particularly like!

"Come see this!" screamed Rosalie, stomping her feet excitedly as she shoved several beautiful tops into my arms, "Look, we're going to have to buy a lot today!"

I wanted to say no to her, but when I looked down at the clothes in my arms, I gave in, blowing into the dressing room like a whirlwind.

My first outfit was a very short blue striped tank top with a pair of indigo terracotta denim shorts.When I appeared in front of the fitting mirror, I couldn't help turning around with a blushing face.

"Mom and Dad never let me wear clothes like this." I looked at the girl in the mirror fascinated, and I was really reluctant to take off the clothes.

"Why don't you let me wear it?" Rosalie walked around me with a smile, "Look at your such a thin waist! And your long legs!"

I suddenly thought of something, took out my camera from my carry-on bag and handed it to Rosalie: "Can you take some pictures for me? I really want to send these pictures to my friends, after all I will I can't wear it again..."

"What are you talking about!" Rosalie glared at me, "You can take pictures, and you have to wear clothes. I will buy all the beautiful clothes you tried on today!"

"Just consider it my birthday present to you, okay?" Rosalie winked at me mischievously.

I blushed and wanted to say no, but my head had already nodded.

Then I changed at least five or six sets of clothes, including tops, pants, skirts and dresses. Rosalie dutifully took pictures of them all for me, and kept telling me how to pose: "Don't keep moving!"

She didn't know that the photos developed by this camera could be moved.

The happy afternoon passed like this. Rosalie and the salesperson went to check out. I was wearing a suspender white dress and sitting under the air conditioner, drinking fruit juice comfortably.

"Hi." Just as I was trying to suck the last sip of grape juice, one of the boys who had just been shopping nearby came over, "I think I'm lost, do you know how to get to my destination?"

I looked up at this man, who was leaning on the pillar with one hand, with a deliberate smile on his face.

"I'm not from here," I replied dryly, turning my back on him.

He quickly changed his position again and sat down next to me in a familiar way. I was forced to back up a little and stay away from him as much as possible.

"It's not important. What's important is that I got lost in your charm." He looked at me again with that affectionate look in his eyes, "My name is Jason, may I ask your name?"

I let out a breath, just in time to see Rosalie coming back with a big bag, so I quickly got up and fled from this place. That Jason tried to hold me back, but I dodged and fled to Rosalie's side.

"Let's go back soon." I said, frowning.Rosalie saw my displeasure, looked up and looked behind me, and immediately agreed.

Rosalie drove me back home, and I gradually relaxed when I saw the roof of my grandfather's house. I held the back of the co-pilot's seat and talked with her about today's shopping experience with great enthusiasm.

But when we entered the room, we realized that something was wrong. Aunt Wendy seldom angrily taught Mom a lesson. Mom leaned against the stairs silently, listening without saying a word; Dad came downstairs with a doctor carrying a medicine box. Li's face suddenly turned pale.

"Ryan!" she yelled, pushing them away and rushing upstairs.Mom looked at her back in a daze, and Dad was not annoyed by being pushed away, talking to the doctor in a low voice.

"What's going on?" I went up to ask Aunt Wendy, and she raised her eyebrows when she saw me: "It's nothing...Kelly, it's just that your grandpa is not feeling well."

"It's my fault," Mom said suddenly, "I shouldn't have argued with him, questioned Rosalie's feelings for him, maybe... maybe he's just so lonely, and Rosalie just happened to be the missing piece of his soul. "

Dad had already sent the doctor away, and came back to put his mother in his arms, stroking her arm gently: "It's okay, baby. Just now, Dr. Wilson said that Ryan's health is fine, it's just that a moment of anger overwhelmed his reason, A little agitated and hypoxic."

"He's taken his medicine and gone to sleep, now he just needs to take it easy and rest for a few days."

"You can open it if you want." Aunt Wendy sighed, "Take off your tinted glasses, and you will find that Rosalie is actually a very good person."

I wanted to go upstairs to see my grandfather, but my father stopped him, and he also frowned and looked at me: "Let the two of them be alone for a while... What are you wearing?"

"I'm going back to my room first!" I thought something was wrong, and ran upstairs with oil on the soles of my feet.

I developed several copies of the photos I took these days and sent them to Harry, Hermione and Ron respectively.

I frequent the Owl Post Office in the United States, and even the staff recognize me.

"Are you posting letters again?" Lisa, who is blonde and round-faced, is at work today, and she took the envelope from me with a smile, "Oh, it's so thick."

"As soon as I developed the photo, I came to mail the letter." I smiled and lay on the counter and watched her put the stamp on, and then threw it into the mail bag hanging aside, and then the mail bag was handed over to the owl postmen.

I was in a hurry to organize the photos, maybe one of them will get the same two, but there is no way.